Taylor would have been one year old today. For the last 2 to 3 days, events that happened around this time last year kept flashing in my mind. I would remember the time I got the phone call; how KM pretended to be the husband of A so that she wouldn't need to be alone in the ward; how I saw Taylor for the first time.
When I saw Taylor for the first time... She was crying. She was wrapped in a plastic clear wrap. Much like this baby. All I could do was try to sooth her. "Don't Cry... It's Okay... Daddy's here." I've never felt so helpless. There she was, my daughter, and there was nothing I could do to save her.
Ever since Taylor left this world... there's been a kind of numbness in us. We manifest this numbness rather differently.
p.s. I miss you so so very much Taylor. How long more do I have to wait?
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It took me a long time to think of it this way and not being morbid to myself, but each breath you take is one more breath to her. Thinking of you both.
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Thanks Kelly.
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